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His hands glided against her hips, connecting in front of her, tugging her gently backward into his loving embrace. She was cooking love in a pan upon the stove, flooding the room with tangible delights. He was drawn irresistibly to her, inhaling all of it into his lungs before exhaling into a slow measured breath.

With head bent slightly against hers, he whispered behind her ear - Need anything? She smiled instantly, saying softly - You.

He grinned brightly and squeezed her before he began to kiss her neck slowly.

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